latte spells relief. i've had a headache since the afternoon. i got up at nine and then went for a short 12 mile bike ride. today was much harder than yesterday's 25 mile bike ride. but wayne says that you have to get on the bike the second day. which is very true. i'm (katie, not georgie oranges) training for the STP and it's a two day race....georgie would never actually ride a bike, but she might like to have a side car and be the passenger. maybe with her head just sticking up out of a box on the side of my bike. that's an odd thought. but i guess i'm kind of an odd person. after all, i've got a blog called "the georgie orangie oranges show."
anyway, back to the latte. i started getting a headache behind my right eye this afternoon- i was thinking because i didn't have enough water. so i drank a barrel of water and took some advil. and then i thought i should make some coffee. so i brewed a pot of coffee and it was delicious....and then my headache was gone. and now i'm at a coffee shop having a latte....and it spells relief.
i was thinking about my habitual visits to coffee shops. i'm turning into a loner. i have gotten in the pattern of being alone, not necessarily by choice. i'm a solo kind of person- but that's not what people would say about me. they would say i liven up a group. but sometimes, most times, i just am by myself. sometimes hanging out with others takes too much energy. so i come to a coffee shop. i sit alone listening to music, drinking a latte, hoping that maybe someone will notice me and strike up a conversation. then i remember that this is seattle, and while people are polite, they don't strike up conversations with strangers. people don't even talk in the elevator. and it's a weird, very uncomfortable silence. why don't people talk to each other? why don't people talk to me?
i'm at a new coffee shop. it's pretty empty. some guy with big headphones sitting across from me. two baristas. and an unpleasant smell. not of coffee....it smells like the dishwasher at The Pub at Third Place. not good. maybe it's the decor....because it's new and new things sometimes smell weird. and i find myself singing out loud. i bet that guy thinks i'm weird. i think i'm weird. but georgie thinks i'm normal- well, she doesn't think about it. i'm just what she knows.
29 February 2008
27 February 2008
brain test
So i was laying in bed this morning and of course G.O. was there. She always comes in when the alarm radio goes off. i don't know if she likes the music, or just wants to wake up. anyway, she got under the covers and let me hold her for a minute or three. i kissed the top of her head and noticed that it was hot. and i thought "i wonder why her head is hot." Then, once i got out of bed, i picked Gibbon up and kissed him on the top of the head. and his head was not hot. i started thinking about why G.O's head was hot. it's not situational. her head is always hot. i just checked. i like to squeeze her and she kind of likes it. but then she has to run away for a minute. she's back now. and her head is still hot. so anyway, here's what i think about head hotness....you know how people have different resting heart rates? like lance armstrong (who i don't particularly like becuase i think he's a dirtbag and arrogant) has a resting heart rate in the 30s or something like that. and it's because his heart is very efficient. so, someone with say a faster heart rate has a heart that's working harder and not necessarily as efficient in getting the blood around the body. SO... cat brains must be like that. G.O. brain is hot because it's working harder to process things. Gibbon is a thinker by nature, so he doesn't have a brain that gets hot. he's very smart. and georgie oranges is very special. crossed eyes and a hot brain and a marshmellow body. oh man.
15 February 2008
She can't know that....
Georgie Oranges was asking me what "lonely" means. Someone said that word, but she didn't understand. She doesn't even know english, so it's odd that she asks me about words. Anyway.....I tried to explain it. But i told her that she can't know what it means because she's never lonely. She has a brother that she lives with. And they keep each other company. She, of course, wasn't paying any attention to what i said- two reasons i know she wasn't paying attention: she ran away right after i tried to explain the word, and she has popcorn for brains. Having popcorn for brains means that you don't understand anything. I think her innocence also makes it impossible for her to feel lonely. I think Gibbon is different. Sometimes he thinks so much about what goes on in the world that he feels lonely. He doesn't like G.O. very much, and gets weary of her always attacking him. Sometimes he's lonely i think.....he drinks water from the bathtub.
that's a non-sequitor....but i don't have much else to say about things, and wanted to include it. cheers.
that's a non-sequitor....but i don't have much else to say about things, and wanted to include it. cheers.
07 February 2008
cat horoscopes!
i keep having all these ideas for the G.O. Show blog. adrienne sent me a horoscopes email. then i wondered if cats have horoscopes. well, oddly enough, if you google "cat horoscopes" a million pages result!
G.O. first: i think she's a gemini because she was born in may or june.
Gemini: Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
Gemini is the Sign of the kitten-cat...the exaggeratedly playful feline who is fickle and indecisive to the point of distraction. Blessed with the gift of eternal youth, this cat will fritter away his or her life in a muddled confusion of comings and goings...ditherings and datherings...for this is the born explorer of the cat world. The Gemini Cat is a highly intellectual creature but lacks the ability to make much sense, twittering and squawking at owners most of the time. This feline is a lively and enthusiastic cat. A highly-strung, hyperactive soul, this feline will possess small features and brightly-eager eyes that are constantly on the move. The Gemini Cat is sleek and long-limbed, possessed with probably the most acute eyesight of its species. The actions of this feline will always be erratic. Being exceptionally bright creatures, the Gemini Cat will soon learn how to open any cat-flap.
The Gemini Cat views the home as one glorious adventure playground created especially for his or her enjoyment. The Gemini Cat really comes into his or her own when living with a Libra owner and the infectious happiness will be quite obvious. Though Libra is nowhere near as flippant as Gemini, these two signs will share a rather lively relationship. The second-best choice for an owner of the Gemini Cat would probably be an Aquarius native, provided water does not comes into play too often. This feline finds it easy to make friends with most animals, including dogs, and simply adores the companionship of other cats.
OH MY GOSH. this i just like her- except for the acute eyesight, and long limbs... we're soul mates- I KNEW IT!!! ok, so here's what it says about gibbon. he was born mid november, so he's a scorpio (like me)...
Scorpio: The Cat's Pajamas
The Scorpio Cat is a powerful cat with more than a mere sting in his or her tail. This resourceful and intelligent feline will delight in organizing things and people, finding the normal business of the domestic cat to be boring and mundane. Determination is the guiding force of the Scorpio Cat...and it is indeed a force to be reckoned with. Deep inside (if the owner is ever able to delve that far), the Scorpio Cat is truly a rather mixed-up cat, desperately seeking love and security. A Scorpio Cat may usually be recognized by a muscular body and beautiful eyes...the ideal specimen being one with jet-black fur and eyes of deep emerald green.
He or she will be deeply intuitive of others where feelings are concerned, possessing the gift of empathy and the ability to read emotions. This feline senses when an owner desires companionship and when he or she would rather be left alone. The Scorpio Cat is always strangely drawn to those unfortunate humans who are not fond of cats. This feline does become genuinely attached, but in a rather aloof sort of way...offering companionship in return for a high standard of living.
A Scorpio Cat usually does best with a Scorpio owner. Most owners of Scorpio Cats tend to develop a special telepathic bond with this mysterious feline. The Scorpio Cat always seems to know just what his or her human is thinking, easily senses danger, and will arrive for dinner just moments before being called. Strange and arcane, the Scorpio Cat brings luck and protection to his or her owner. In short, the Scorpio Cat is pure magic.
pretty magical. cheers!
G.O. first: i think she's a gemini because she was born in may or june.
Gemini: Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
Gemini is the Sign of the kitten-cat...the exaggeratedly playful feline who is fickle and indecisive to the point of distraction. Blessed with the gift of eternal youth, this cat will fritter away his or her life in a muddled confusion of comings and goings...ditherings and datherings...for this is the born explorer of the cat world. The Gemini Cat is a highly intellectual creature but lacks the ability to make much sense, twittering and squawking at owners most of the time. This feline is a lively and enthusiastic cat. A highly-strung, hyperactive soul, this feline will possess small features and brightly-eager eyes that are constantly on the move. The Gemini Cat is sleek and long-limbed, possessed with probably the most acute eyesight of its species. The actions of this feline will always be erratic. Being exceptionally bright creatures, the Gemini Cat will soon learn how to open any cat-flap.
The Gemini Cat views the home as one glorious adventure playground created especially for his or her enjoyment. The Gemini Cat really comes into his or her own when living with a Libra owner and the infectious happiness will be quite obvious. Though Libra is nowhere near as flippant as Gemini, these two signs will share a rather lively relationship. The second-best choice for an owner of the Gemini Cat would probably be an Aquarius native, provided water does not comes into play too often. This feline finds it easy to make friends with most animals, including dogs, and simply adores the companionship of other cats.
OH MY GOSH. this i just like her- except for the acute eyesight, and long limbs... we're soul mates- I KNEW IT!!! ok, so here's what it says about gibbon. he was born mid november, so he's a scorpio (like me)...
Scorpio: The Cat's Pajamas
The Scorpio Cat is a powerful cat with more than a mere sting in his or her tail. This resourceful and intelligent feline will delight in organizing things and people, finding the normal business of the domestic cat to be boring and mundane. Determination is the guiding force of the Scorpio Cat...and it is indeed a force to be reckoned with. Deep inside (if the owner is ever able to delve that far), the Scorpio Cat is truly a rather mixed-up cat, desperately seeking love and security. A Scorpio Cat may usually be recognized by a muscular body and beautiful eyes...the ideal specimen being one with jet-black fur and eyes of deep emerald green.
He or she will be deeply intuitive of others where feelings are concerned, possessing the gift of empathy and the ability to read emotions. This feline senses when an owner desires companionship and when he or she would rather be left alone. The Scorpio Cat is always strangely drawn to those unfortunate humans who are not fond of cats. This feline does become genuinely attached, but in a rather aloof sort of way...offering companionship in return for a high standard of living.
A Scorpio Cat usually does best with a Scorpio owner. Most owners of Scorpio Cats tend to develop a special telepathic bond with this mysterious feline. The Scorpio Cat always seems to know just what his or her human is thinking, easily senses danger, and will arrive for dinner just moments before being called. Strange and arcane, the Scorpio Cat brings luck and protection to his or her owner. In short, the Scorpio Cat is pure magic.
pretty magical. cheers!
the things i think about at the dentist
we went to the dentist today, G.O. and I. that's a lie. she didn't come at all. obviously she doesn't even know what the dentist is. but i told her i was going. she looked at me- well, she sort of looked at me. sometimes i call her name and she looks, but not in the right direction. maybe it's just her eyes that confuse me. anyway, i'm sure she's still playing with the blinds, trying to get outside.
so i went to the dentist to have some cavities filled. apparently i have more cavities than i thought. so i have to go back TWO MORE times. i was very anxious. the lady who did the numbing said "wow, i think you didn't breathe that whole time." it's true, i didn't. i used to practice holding my breath when i would drive over the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. I can get all the way across without breathing. Anyway, i got a little teary when she was done. it didn't hurt terribly, but i still didn't like it. So i listened to my iPod while i was getting a couple fillings. Feist "How My Heart Behaves". very mellow song.
The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake
What is a calm heart?....i just got to thinking about this while a man was drilling into my teeth. I was thinking of a sleeping heart...one that hasn't been awakened. but i don't think my heart is sleeping. so what is my heart? valentine's day is coming up soon. i don't have a valentine. so i don't have an "in love" heart. it's a weird question. i also started thinking about what would happen in an emergency. like what would the dentist do if something happened. what if they suddenly had to give me real anesthesia for my fillings (yeah right). who would i even call to come pick me up. i guess i could have taken a taxi- although, the last taxi driver i had was on cocaine. i know this because he had one long pinky finger nail- and that's what people who do cocaine have......i'm scared of taxis now.
anyway, the dentist said that i was a good patient. he probably says that to everyone- especially the cry babies. if G.O. went to the dentist, she would have to get laughing gas. wouldn't it funny if her eyes became uncrossed. anyway. my face and tongue are still numb. you can't tell unless i start talking. boy, do i sound ridiculous or drunk.
i'm at el diablo. i see the same people here all the time. maybe in georgie oranges' blog i will start including observations about people. it's a new feature. the new and improved georgie oranges show.
the man who normally rides his motorcycle drove his truck today. he got new cowboy boots. and bought white bread from the metropolitan market. he asked for plastic bags. you know, he drinks the same thing every time. tea with milk. he sits on the patio, even when it's cold outside. i've never spoken to him before, but i want to. only because i know he's reserved and doesn't talk to people. this makes me want him to talk to me. i think he's late 40s or early 50s.
that's all i have to say about that.
so i went to the dentist to have some cavities filled. apparently i have more cavities than i thought. so i have to go back TWO MORE times. i was very anxious. the lady who did the numbing said "wow, i think you didn't breathe that whole time." it's true, i didn't. i used to practice holding my breath when i would drive over the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. I can get all the way across without breathing. Anyway, i got a little teary when she was done. it didn't hurt terribly, but i still didn't like it. So i listened to my iPod while i was getting a couple fillings. Feist "How My Heart Behaves". very mellow song.
The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake
What is a calm heart?....i just got to thinking about this while a man was drilling into my teeth. I was thinking of a sleeping heart...one that hasn't been awakened. but i don't think my heart is sleeping. so what is my heart? valentine's day is coming up soon. i don't have a valentine. so i don't have an "in love" heart. it's a weird question. i also started thinking about what would happen in an emergency. like what would the dentist do if something happened. what if they suddenly had to give me real anesthesia for my fillings (yeah right). who would i even call to come pick me up. i guess i could have taken a taxi- although, the last taxi driver i had was on cocaine. i know this because he had one long pinky finger nail- and that's what people who do cocaine have......i'm scared of taxis now.
anyway, the dentist said that i was a good patient. he probably says that to everyone- especially the cry babies. if G.O. went to the dentist, she would have to get laughing gas. wouldn't it funny if her eyes became uncrossed. anyway. my face and tongue are still numb. you can't tell unless i start talking. boy, do i sound ridiculous or drunk.
i'm at el diablo. i see the same people here all the time. maybe in georgie oranges' blog i will start including observations about people. it's a new feature. the new and improved georgie oranges show.
the man who normally rides his motorcycle drove his truck today. he got new cowboy boots. and bought white bread from the metropolitan market. he asked for plastic bags. you know, he drinks the same thing every time. tea with milk. he sits on the patio, even when it's cold outside. i've never spoken to him before, but i want to. only because i know he's reserved and doesn't talk to people. this makes me want him to talk to me. i think he's late 40s or early 50s.
that's all i have to say about that.
a cat and a crow
So this entry isn't about my cats. But here's a nice video. It's kind of "gassy" (if you don't know that term, think PT Cruisers and Fanny Packs). I like the part where the vet tech "goes along" with the story then says "Well, the customer is always right!". I also love Alan Thick's narration. Yeah, this is a winner alright.
02 February 2008
dinner cats?
i bet you didn't know that georgie oranges likes to eat out at fancy restaurants. actually gibbon likes it too. they aren't on a date, but they go into the restaurant together and sit at a table near the window. they order water to drink, no ice (just like me..although, i would probably have a glass of wine. cats don't drink alcohol, so they just have water). i don't know what they order to eat, becasue only gibbon can read the menu. he probably orders for G.O. she likes canned tuna, but he likes shrimp, so that's probably what they have to eat. there isn't conversation between them, but they just sit in the chairs and wait for the food to come. gibbon is interested in what is going on around him. g.o. isn't. she's more scared about being in public and plays "statue". They eat their food and then leave. of course they don't pay. how would they get the money. the owners of the restaurant don't mind that they come to eat there and don't pay. then they walk home and take naps.
well, they don't really do any of this. i was driving on queen anne avenue at night time. and there are several small restaurants with lots of window seating. i always wonder what the diners' conversations are about. and what the circumstances are of the people sitting together: married, dating, business dinner? it's never a business dinner. and he's always with some girl. but he looks so nice. then i wonder, did he make the dinner arrangements or did the girl set the plans? how did he know to look nice? then i started wondering, why are these girls so lucky? it's like i'm living in a parallel universe...one that only contains guys that are passive. and i just wonder where the men i see in the windows are in my world. i kind of feel like i'm still 14 years old looking at the "grown-up 30 year olds" hoping to be like them one day. but then i realize that i'm grown up, and can't find what i have been looking for. and i'm just not cool enough, or pretty enough, or good enough to get into the normal people world. and then here i am writing a story about my cats....why am i still single? HAHHAHHAHHA.
i saw a man running across the street (he was jay-walking) with a bundle of flowers that he had just purchased from Metropolitan Market (a place for beautiful flowers). and it was on a friday night. maybe he had a date. maybe he gets flowers for his wife every friday like the dean of my high school....maybe his wife was having a dinner party and she sent him to get the flowers. who knows....but i know they weren't for me. they're never for me. and i've never been on a date where i've gotten flowers. OH GOSH, yes i have! it was from an eHarmony date- what a disaster. But i did get flowers.
I know i'm not supposed to write about such matters. So, I'll close with this thought.....Gibbon and G.O. love when i bring flowers home, so they can EAT THEM. geez louise.
well, they don't really do any of this. i was driving on queen anne avenue at night time. and there are several small restaurants with lots of window seating. i always wonder what the diners' conversations are about. and what the circumstances are of the people sitting together: married, dating, business dinner? it's never a business dinner. and he's always with some girl. but he looks so nice. then i wonder, did he make the dinner arrangements or did the girl set the plans? how did he know to look nice? then i started wondering, why are these girls so lucky? it's like i'm living in a parallel universe...one that only contains guys that are passive. and i just wonder where the men i see in the windows are in my world. i kind of feel like i'm still 14 years old looking at the "grown-up 30 year olds" hoping to be like them one day. but then i realize that i'm grown up, and can't find what i have been looking for. and i'm just not cool enough, or pretty enough, or good enough to get into the normal people world. and then here i am writing a story about my cats....why am i still single? HAHHAHHAHHA.
i saw a man running across the street (he was jay-walking) with a bundle of flowers that he had just purchased from Metropolitan Market (a place for beautiful flowers). and it was on a friday night. maybe he had a date. maybe he gets flowers for his wife every friday like the dean of my high school....maybe his wife was having a dinner party and she sent him to get the flowers. who knows....but i know they weren't for me. they're never for me. and i've never been on a date where i've gotten flowers. OH GOSH, yes i have! it was from an eHarmony date- what a disaster. But i did get flowers.
I know i'm not supposed to write about such matters. So, I'll close with this thought.....Gibbon and G.O. love when i bring flowers home, so they can EAT THEM. geez louise.
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